Cabot Street Connections

Time Flies

2009-06-07T05:43:00.000-07:00

I am just amazed that this is already June 2009. Where does the time go??? I am heading home to Newfoundland to visit in August. Going to make sure that I go and take some photos of the old neighborhood. Was just talking about Martin's Meadow and that rock that we used to play on. It was so much fun to pretend that it was a horse! How in the world did three of us fit on there?

Just loved walking down to Lars for a custard cone. I don't think I could walk back up that hill now...wait...if there was a custard cone involved...who knows? Sorry to hear that Lars is not there any more.

Talk 2 u later. Sign me, Homesick for the Rock, M

I found this when I googled for Lars Fruit Store, thought you might like it:

http://www.tcr.gov.nl.ca/artsandletters/john_graham_2007.pdf

Going to Fort Amherst

2008-02-11T14:51:00.000-08:00

Does anyone remember walking over to Fort Amherst? How about blueberry picking up on the hill? It was a good day out for the bunch of us. One year when we visited St. John's Young Gus Hearn took the kids and I over there. While the kids (teenagers then) were checking out the bunkers, the Scademia was just coming into the harbor. Sign me, Living Simply in Small Town America, Homesick for the Rock, M

Gord Stringer - January 22, 2008

2008-01-22T16:57:00.000-08:00

I'm living in the Philippines. I retired from the Army three years ago and moved here. I married Sonia in May 2 yrs ago.

I enjoyed your blog about Barter's Hill. One of my dad's sisters lived at #45, I think. She was Marian McGuire and her husband was Nick McGuire, the head baker at his father's bakery on Adelaide St. Their kids were Bernard, George and Laura (Loll). Loll's daughter is Elaine Kennedy O'Neill here in Facebook.

Another of Dad's sisters lived on Cabot St. I can't remember the number but it was near the Rumseys and Hogans on the South side of the Street. Her name is Maude English and her husband was Jack. Some of their kids were Hubert, Alex, Laura and Richard.

Tom English, who wasn't related lived on the other side closer to Carter's Hill and later became my Commanding Officer at the Canadian Forces Recruiting Centre in the Sir Humphery Gilbert Bldg. He lived near Alex Noseworthy, the shoemaker who had his shop on Allen's Square.

Thanks for starting this group, Margie. It brings back some fantastic memories. I have a pic of my Grade 1 class in St. Pat's that I just received and I will post it on the group site. A lot of the kids in the pic lived in our neighbourhood. Mike Layman is in the front row and Paul Rumsey and Donny Hogan are in the pic as well. Some members may recognize themselves.

Gord

Mary Woodfine-Snelgrove - January 21, 2008

2008-01-22T04:24:00.000-08:00

Mary Woodfine-Snelgrove wrote on 9:22pm Jan 21st:

I can try to help. Nan lived at 35 Cabot. Her name was Mary Ellen but she went by Nell. Her kids were. Helen, Paul, Mom(Joan) Brian, Janet, Jerry,Robert and Earl. I think Coopers lived next to the store. Glad Stamp lived at 26 , I think Millers were 28 and I think we lived at 30. I could be wrong on some of it. As regard pic's I would have to wait until my next day off to try to take some. Mary

Claudine Vailliant Thompson, St. John's, Newfoundland

2008-01-22T04:12:00.000-08:00

My grandparents used to live in #65 Cabot Street from what Mom told me. She was asking me why and I told her that you were looking for the information, She said she remembered who you were. I set mom up with facebook, she don't know too much about computers so we still have some fooling around with her account.

I don't know if anyone has pictures of my grandparent's house. Mom will check, I have some old pictures from when I was a child. I'll dig them out and scan them in over the weekend, if the kids don't keep me too busy.

If you want to contact mom she is in my friend listing or you can email her at diane.vaillant@nf.sympatico.ca, or it could be dianevaillant I don't recall if there is a period between her name.

Margie Crimp Dawson - 45 & 95 Cabot Street

2008-01-22T04:09:00.000-08:00

You wrote on Jun 7, 2007 at 9:42 AM.

Does anyone have pictures of the streets? We used to do so many things...lets look and see what we can find. Margie

Karen Stack - October 19, 2007

2008-01-22T04:08:00.000-08:00

Karen Stack wrote on Oct 19, 2007 at 12:31 AM.

Hey I remember sliding on that concrete hill, lol. I was an Abbott from Livingstone St.Bobby King was my first boyfriend

September 9, 2007

2008-01-22T04:06:00.000-08:00

Jackie Sullivan replied to your post on Sep 9, 2007 at 8:10 PM.

I knew Jimmy and Roger King (he dated my older sister Judy Abbott back in the day lol)also anne king ,randy and bobby

Marie Keating - September 3, 2007

2008-01-22T04:05:00.000-08:00

Marie Keating wrote on Sep 3, 2007 at 7:53 AM.

I use to live at 34 Carter's Hill, below the stepsI remember skating on top of City Hall too, sliding down the cement hill on a piece of cardboard in the corner below the steps, playing handball on the back of Livingstone Street, Gong to Abbotts on my lunch hour from school.. and her mudder use to say, what do you do when you go home - run around the dinner table!! go to Billy Bo's!! Stuff me bra in Martin's Meadown lol... and singing it out to Bay City Rollers at someones house on Livingstone Street. Also we lived at Nat's old store.

Marie Keating

Shirley Spratt LaCour - September 29, 2007

2008-01-22T03:56:00.001-08:00

Shirlee Spratt LaCour wrote on Sep 29, 2007 at 8:48 AM.

I lived at 16 Balsam Street.

#24 were the Doolys and Pearces
#23 were the Stevensons
#22 were Betty Jackson, her husband, Kim, Scott and Stella Jackson
#21 were ??
#20 were Annie and Alex Thompson
#19 was Mrs. Morrissey
#18 were Charlotte and Tom Taylor, Linda, Wayne, Tony and Bernice & Bernadette Taylor
#17 were Rose and Peter Morrissey, Peter and Paul Morrissey
#16 were Jan, Shirlee, Pam and Kelly Spratt (me, my mom and sisters)
#15 were Antles (no house there now, it caught fire years ago)
#14 were Mr. and Mrs. Labonte, Andre Labonte
#13 were Ray and Alice Miller
#12 were Phyllis and Jack Cooper, Randy and Terry Cooper
#11 were Rob and Annie Alsop (my uncle and grandmother)
#10 were Angels, Larry Angel
#9 were Isabel and Bill Sampson, Debbie, Wally, Renee, GJ, Sandra and Billy Sampson#8 were ?? (no house there for a long time)
#7 were Patsy and Mike Walsh, Dean, Dana, Darlene, Desi, Denise and Damian Walsh
#6 were ?? (no house there either fore years)
#5 were different people at different times, never really knew the names
#3 same
#1, don't know if there's a #1!!

Raynette Tom - October 7, 2007

2008-01-22T03:54:00.000-08:00

Margie, if it is the same Tommy Rositer, who had a sisters Cindy and Gwen and a brother Rob, well they lived on Lime Street. Not sure of the address. I think maybe across from the Butlers ( I think)

Donna Murphy, November 16 2007

2008-01-22T03:48:00.000-08:00

Well, I lived # 89 Carters Hill, 91 Carters Hill was Hatfield's Store, 87 was Woods, 85 there's a mixup somewhere in between cause I know Burton's was # 81 then either 83 or 85 was The Murphy's. Can't remember anyone else on that side. Across the street was Kervan's, Harvey Head, {the watchmaker} I remember the Grant's, Mrs Mcdonald, 2 sisters {old maids},they were known as then. lived in the last house before the lane. In the lane was the Noftals, Donna Tobin lived in there, that house burned down too. I forget the name of the people in the last house on the right in the lane. I remember playin' with them. Again Nat Somerton, the King's, Audrey & Alan Martin, Snelgroves. Whelan's...That's all I can think of right now. I'm just not sure of the numbers on that side of the street.

Gord Stringer - January 10, 2008

2008-01-22T03:40:00.000-08:00

I lived at #50 Livingstone Street from the time I was 9 until I left to join the Army at age 17 in 1966. My parents were Gord and Alice (Scurry) Stringer. Mom was from Adelaide Street...right where the City Hall is now. My brother Brian and sisters Pauline and Jackie grew up there also and are all here in Facebook. Brian is better with the dates and who lived around us, but I can remember some.

Going EAst towards Long's Hill:

#48 was Austin Hann and the Warfords...I can't remember the father's name, the mother was deceased. The boys were Eddie, Jimmy and Paul. After the Warfords moved the Connors moved in and Michelle Connors Rosaduik is here in Facebook.
#46 Was the Johnstons. Again I don't know the parents names but Gerard and Gary were the sons.
#44 was Frank and ?? Rodgers.
#42 was Mrs Morrissey.
Dinn and Mary Mackey and their kids lived one door west of Abbot's Grocery store

Austin Whelan's barber shop was on the South Side of the stree right next to Long's Hill.

Going West towards Carter's Hill:

#52 was Mrs Jenkins and her son Billy
#?? Mr and Mrs Jim Croke#??
The Keats. Jim, Dot?, Jim Jr, Kitty, Robert, Diane and at least two others...Brian, HELP. LOL.
#?? Mr and Mrs Power. Mrs Power was a real sweetheart of a lady who weighed no more than 90 lbs but was agraid of nothing. She was a great friend to all the neighbours, including the kids.
#?? Mrs.White...very reclusive. I never saw her but knew she lived there because Bob Keats used to do her errands.
#?? Mrs Purcell and her daughter Mary Ann
#?? Mrs Skaines and her daughter Mary.

That brought you to Carter's Hill. That's all I can remember right now. I'm sure my brother Brian can fill in just about all the rest in that part of Livingstone Street.

Karen Stack - January 12, 2008

2008-01-22T03:38:00.000-08:00

Hi i,m Karen Abbott and i lived 84 Livingstone St ,my parents were Jack & Frances Abbott .Earles lived 82 Karen Brenda John and ELaine ,Cranes lived 86 howletts 88 Pittmans 90 and williams 92 browns lived 80 kavanaughs 78 and cooneys 76 My mother still lives there

Anne Doyle - January 18, 2008

2008-01-22T03:37:00.000-08:00

I lived at 68 Lime Street ... Anne, Stella & Lorraine Doyle, Stella Lundrigan. 66 or 70 I'm not sure of the succession was the Tizzards, 64 was the Lamberts. I can't recall who lived next to who after that. I know there were the connelly's, Martins, Kanes, Brothers, Crimps, Butlers, Hanrahans, Tulks, Clements, Lake's, other Doyle's. Thats about all I can remember. We then moved to Patrick Street. Hope it was a help.

Judy Dewling - St. John's, NL

2008-01-22T03:25:00.000-08:00

Hi Marggie and all. I am a Dewling (the baby) from 64 Cabot St. Marg you wanted to know where the Commerfords lived..they were next to the Thompson's. They were 62 so I assume the Commerfords were 60 and then I think it was the Kenny's next to them going toward lime street and then wasn't it the Noseworthys...not the ones next to me but other ones.

On the other side of me were the Noseworthys at 68 because there was a vacant lot they used for parking. Then the Pikes live next, then remember Mr. Rowe who lived by himeself, then Mr Payne who also lived by himself, ( now this is going back to when we grew up Marg)...after Mr Payne was the Grants and then the Goobies were in 82 and then in 84 was Mrs. Long..I loved that lady, she lived by herself also. I cannot recall myself who was next to Mrs. Long..the next place I recall was Vey's store which we all went to for a coke, smoke and a raisin square (now that brings back all kinds of memories)... Then there were two more houses before Barters hill. I know someone from the last family recently contacted my sister in NS to say hi. They found each other on facebook. I remember going to the house but just cannot recall name. You should know it Marg, you were across the street at that time from them more or less.

I shall never ever forgets some of our great neighbours on Cabot Street. They were true and faithful neighbours. Lucy Thompson was best friends with my mom and I know to this day she has secrets mom told her and that she would not dare tell me to this day...now that is a good friend and neighbour, I can still picture them chatting over the back fence..just like it was yesterday....anyway before I bore you all to death I will close up my fingers from rambling..by the way Marg I did not know until now but you were born almost exactly a month after me..I did not know that before. I will add some family pictures later that will give all a good laugh..they are on my site now if you want to look at them.

Judy Dewling, 64 Cabot Street

Claudine Vailliant Thompson, St. John's, Newfoundland

2008-01-20T07:35:00.000-08:00

Margie wrote:

"I guess it is Taffy apple season. Wonder if anyone still makes them back in St. John's? The lady on Lime Street made the best ones. M"

Claudine Vaillant Thompson replied"

"Ms. Hayes was the lovely old lady that made those taffy apples. They were such a treat. She loved the kids coming round. I have very fond memories of her. She lived next door to the Kanes, Shelly was one of my very good friends back then. They were across the street from Tulks at the bottom of Lime Street."

From Raynette Whiteway Tom, British Columbia, Canada

2008-01-20T07:32:00.000-08:00

Had the best times of my life on Cabot Street. Been away from home for far to long. Glad that this is started because I get to keep in touch with a few good friends. Hi to all from Raynette (Whiteway) I do have some pictures from 1975 before I moved from home. Will try my best to get them posted. New to the computer thing. Take care all and hope to hear from some people soon!!!!!!!!!!

From Anne Ralph, Toronto, Ontario

2008-01-20T07:31:00.000-08:00

This is like a trip down memory lane for me. I remember most of the things talked about. I also remember skating on the roof of city hall, jumping off the roof into huge snow banks. They also had this little inshot we hung out in, we called them the heaters? I remember candy apples from Lars, and toboganning and skiing down the hill near Lars. I could go on and on. People, if you have pics, please post them. Living in Toronto, they're all just memories now, would be great to see how things have changed or not changed.

From Margie

2008-01-20T07:29:00.000-08:00

How about:

Mack's (later Rice's)
Lar's Fruit Store (custard cones),
St. Bon's Garden Party,
the bells ringing at the raffles on Water Street (Christmas),
walking home from skating at the stadium, and
how about the Regatta!!!

Heck, if you went to Bowring Park on Sunday all your relatives were in there. I remember the swans and I never did get a chance in the row boats but I certainly remember. M

Jerry Richards - Keywords

2008-01-20T07:27:00.000-08:00

Thought these keywords might spark a few memories in the group.

Martins Meadow
Sewards
Parker and Monroe
Wrights Restauraunt
Molloys Lane
Echo Recording Studio
Ash's
Planters Peanut Man
The Drill Hall
Heap and Partners
(A pawn shop)
Howie Meeker
Standard Manufacturing Company
Gil Eannes
Greens Store
Lem's
Bucky King
Bon Marche

I bet you thought you'd never remember...lol

Jerry Richards, Newfoundland

2008-01-20T07:25:00.000-08:00

I remember walking the tracks to Bowering Park during the summer. The smell of sun warmed creosote, "Chuckleberries" growing wild in the ditches aside the tracks, and while crossing the last bridge into the park, praying to God some train would not trap us in the tracks with nowhere to run. Those leaky rowboats on the duck pond; all you had to do was wait patiently, and you got your turn...all for free.If by chance you happened to have a whole dime left from your trip to the Bungalow, a bus ride awaited you. The rocking and rolling of the bus tempted sleep to come; but you were kept awake by the smell of wet swimwear, and constant chatter. Bus drivers smiled a lot back then. If Gus Hearn (the bus driver) was in the seat, felt like you were getting the royal tour!Good old Gus. A riders best friend.

Jerry grew up on Young Street.

Excerpts from our Facebook Group

2008-01-20T07:24:00.000-08:00

I have lived away for way too many years. I always go back to Cabot Street to walk down and see who I remember. I know I have never felt that wonderful sense of community that growing up there (on Cabot Street) gave me. Everyone knew you. You had to be pretty bad to not be accepted. There was always room for one more. We went to Bowring Park, Bannerman Park, Prince of Wales Arena (ice skating), the Stadium (roller skating), and blueberry picking up on the hill. We used to pitch in on gas money so someone would drive us to Fourth Pond in the Goulds. Does anyone remember walking the tracks to Bowring Park??? How about swimming at Capsules? I have never (and I mean never) felt such a sense of belonging since I left the rock. I now live in a very small town where they know me when I go into the grocery store. I work for hospice here and people connect me with that caring for people. This is the closest that I have come to being "home". I miss the people on Cabot Street. Man, am I homesick! Sign me, Margie

Two Boys, One Girl, and One tire

2008-01-20T06:48:00.000-08:00

Today is Wednesday. Wow! The week is flying by. Sometimes being a home owner is a pain. The pipes have thawed out but the one burst so it has been a problem. I have been rescued by my husband again. He returned to fix the plumbing fiasco. After he repaired the broken pipe, we realized that something is still frozen. Rats! He is going to triple insulate the pipe and box it in. It is an outside pipe that comes from the well. The pump is down in the well so that is safe. He is going to plumb my shower though so the trip won’t be wasted. I have learned how to do a lot of things but plumbing is not going to be one of them. I will concede that to my husband. He knows how to do that with his eyes closed. All I have to do is give him room to work.

While I sit here trying to stay out from under his feet, I was wondering what I would write about today. I was remembering things back home on Cabot Street. It is funny how things come to mind. (Here I am waiting for a plumbing miracle to take place and I find myself thinking about life in the old neighborhood.)

I remember one day when two of my friends, Dana E. and Joey O'B*. came down the sidewalk pushing a large tire. Not as large as a tractor tire, mind you, but a regular car tire. They had a plan. Dana was the leader, it was his brother's tire. (I don't think Bump knew he had it.) I asked them what they were doing. Once they explained what the plan was, I decided to tag along.

With me bringing up the rear, we headed to the corner of Cabot Street and Barter’s Hill. Now if you don’t know Barter’s Hill, you might not get this. Barter’s Hill has since been diverted because the steepness of the grade was treacherous. Greg Webber lost his brakes driving an oil truck down Barter’s Hill twice. That is not the way to get to Parker and Monroe’s, believe me. (That used to be the shoe store at the very, very bottom of Barter's Hill on Water Street.)

Anyway, the three of us made our way to the curve in Barter’s Hill, just above Central Street. The boys got that tire in position and with enthusiasm they let her go! That tire rolled steadily picking up speed. It went faster and faster! It was like it was all happening in slow motion in my mind’s eye. When it smacked into a car in the middle of the intersection, the tire just rebounded off the passenger’s door! What a racket! We stayed in place long enough to see the tire had left a BIG dent in the car door. With that we cheered and started running! I don’t think the driver knew what hit him. I don't think we looked back for fear that the Black Mariah was headed our way.

Now Joey O'B. and Dana E. were a good pair for thinking up stuff like that. Me, I was just minding my own business, when the opportunity to become part of an adventure presented itself. Back then they did not have the juvenile offender’s loophole if you got in trouble. I don’t know how we made it to adulthood unscathed.

I am sitting here laughing to myself because I can still see that tire flying down the hill and colliding with that car. My goodness! Dana and Joey wherever you are, thanks for the memories!

Wait, is that water I hear running??? Sign me, Daydreaming in small town America, Margie

* The names have been changed to protect the infamous.

Sunday Morning Online

2008-01-20T06:45:00.000-08:00

It is Sunday at the Cabin. I am a little under the weather, no I was not partying last night. I have a cold that is wearing me out. Thank goodness the weather has warmed up though. I had to open the door because it was 90 degrees in here. It will be a quiet day. No church today, I don’t want to give this to anyone. I will call Father Richard and apologize for my absence. He notices.

Today, after I added wood to the fire, I went to visit some friends of mine online. As is the way, someone jokingly typed in that he was looking for a Canadian woman with hair. And we were off…lol. I quickly input that indeed I was a Canadian and I had hair. Several other quick-typing female Canucks, with hair, followed suit. I was not one to be one-upped so I added that I was not a Canadian, I am a Newfoundlander. And they were ticked…lol.

The other women who had claimed their national connection reminded me that being a Canadian was a good thing. I wrote back that this is a Newfoundland thing, please do not take offense. They did not get it. Oh, well. What can I say?

How do you explain it to those who do not live within the seriously patriotic confines of the Rock? Being Canadian is second to being a Newfoundlander. We take it very seriously. I remember the old people reminding those of us who were born after Confederation that we were Canadians, not Newfoundlanders. They were very proud of being born when the island was not a part of Canada. That always made me mad, not angry, just mad. Technically, I knew that they were right. I did not want to be unconnected from my Newfoundland heritage not even in the slightest manner.

They used to tease me at home because I would not eat seal meat. They would tell me that I was not a true Newfoundlander because I would not eat it. Gag! I just could not eat it. So there were certain ways that my elders would remind me that I had fallen short. I still can’t stand the stuff. My grandmother would be surprised though, I do take cod liver oil capsules every day. They used to go nuts with me because I hated that, too. Who knew about Omega 3 fat back then? I am on board now, let me tell you. It is great for MS.

So back to the hairy Canadian woman thing:

To my mind and heart, I am a Newfoundlander first, Canadian second. I am very proud of my home. That rugged island surrounded by rain, drizzle, and fog is idyllic to me. With icebergs and whale watching, the tourists think there is no other place on earth like it. They are right!
Growing up there was the best! So to my friends online, I am extremely proud of being a Newfoundlander. And I have hair.

Sign me, Living Simply at the Cabin, Nana M aka Elsie's daughter Margie, Min's sister, Artie's Mom, Jason's Mom, and Jeremy's Mom...the list goes on.

Hey! It is me...Margie

2008-01-20T06:35:00.000-08:00

Welcome to life at the cabin. My name is Nana M. Just another Newfie at large, living up away. Sometimes I feel that I have lived away for way too many years. I grew up in St. John’s. Whenever I get home I always go back to Cabot Street to walk around and see who I remember. They always remember me! I married a Yank and moved away when I was 20. We moved around a bit. Let me tell you, I know I have never felt that wonderful sense of community that growing up there (on Cabot Street) gave me. Everyone knew you. You had to be pretty bad to not be accepted. It always seemed that there was always room for one more. We were never alone, there was always a group of us going somewhere. My middle son, Jason, went home to visit several years ago. He was 31 and he had not been back to visit the Rock since he was 15. He had a great time to say the least. Wondered if he would marry a newfie. He called me raving about being related to everyone! It was so nice to hear him say that.

I now live in a very small town where they know me when I go into the grocery store. I work for hospice here and people connect me with that caring for people. This is the closest that I have come to being "home". I bought a shanty near a lovely lake this year. It is a fixer upper…lol. It had been empty for a long time and was all overgrown. Lots of clearing and mowing! I am learning as I go and it has been an adventure. Learned to put up insulation, poly, how to use a house jack, submersible sump pump, and the list goes on! As the need arises I learn how to do it. Glad that I am a Newfie.

My grandfather would be proud of me for sticking it out and buying a cabin. They call these shantys “cottages” here. I don’t think that my little place is grand enough to be called a cottage…lol. I prefer to call it a cabin. I hope to get that vinyl siding off of it and put log siding or cedar shakes so that it looks like one.

When people find out where I live, they say that I live at the lake. Then, they ask what side of the lake I live on. This is a rich man/poor man thing. The west side of the lake is where the people with money built their places. The east side of the lake is where the poor people put their places. I tell them I live on the working people’s side of the lake. However, I do beg to differ that I don’t live on the water but I live on the Road. That means that I get plowed out in the winter! There is a West Lake Road and an East Lake Road, you see. The houses that line the lakeside don’t get plowed out, they have to hire someone to clear the way. Also, the ones who live on the water’s edge pay LOTS of property taxes. Mine are bad enough living two small blocks over from the water! I am afraid of what they will go up to when I start working on the outside of this place.

A typical day at the cabin is fairly quiet, this morning I got up and got the fire going. It had not gone out but I had to build it up. The water pipes have not thawed out yet so I have to go to the well. I have two wells, one is connected to the pump, and one has a hand pump. Since they are both artesian I do have water no matter what. The weather has warmed up a bit so the water should be back on again soon. Today, I plan on walking over to the lake to get a few pictures of the ice fishermen. They are set up on the part of the lake that is still frozen. The north end is open water but the south end is solid.

I forgot to buy peanuts for the blue jays and the squirrels when I went to the store. Rats! I have five bird feeders that attract a bevy of beauties. There are cardinals, sparrows, blue jays, squirrels, and a lot of smaller birds. The little ones get chased away by the bigger ones! They are stubborn though and don’t go hungry. One of my friends has tons of feeders and get all kinds of birds. I can’t tell you all the names! She has a book that she checks out. In the summer she has a lot of hummingbird feeders. For a gift, I got her a book on hummingbirds. It was just lovely!

While I am typing here, I have some chili simmering on the stove. Been sneezing so I have to get some hot soup down. I have MS these days and infections make the symptoms worse. So rather than take antibiotics, I rely on hot, hot peppers to clear things up. Apple cider vinegar is good, too. If I drink it regularly it helps me stay healthy. Mrs. Hussey would be chuckling at me. (She was the nurse of Cabot Street.) Anyway, I better get back to my chili. I have included some pictures of my cabin on my blog. If you would like to visit there: http://www.journalofanoptimistlittleyellowhouse.blogspot.com/ - I hope that you like it.

Sign me, Newfie at Large, Living Simply in Small Town America, Nana aka Elsie's daughter Margie